Serial Novels & Stories

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

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X72-J88-L11-K05 J88-L11-K05-A33 A33-F12-R09-M77 M77-X72-Q14-B01 They looked like product serial numbers, invoice codes. But as he stared, a pattern emerged. The codes were modular. They shared segments. J88-L11-K05 appeared in the Swiss bank email and the Singapore server logs. X72 appeared in the bank email and another code linked to the Macau shell.

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

The fan here is equipped with a small type, in the city for children under one-year-old to sleep. In the mountains is very suitable. The wind outside blew into the room. He closes the main door where rats and snakes visit. The window opens completely. In the room, there is a green, oval-shaped sleeping ball. Dean lay on the bed. Take the phone in his hands. The purpose is to see the time, unexpectedly above the screen phone, the wifi displays, relatively strong, with no password. Dean smiled. In this desolate area, the sacred forest, poisonous water, people do not have to worry about setting a password for fatigue.

POV: Alexa I opened the door to the office and saw Marcy our receptionist answering phones. As I walked in she waved her hands indicating she needed to speak to me so I waited for her to put the caller on hold. “Good Morning Alexa. I wanted to let you know that one of your consults cancelled for today so you only have two.” I dreaded slow days and now that there was one less patient on the schedule which meant a slow day indeed. “Thanks Marcy. Which appointment cancelled?” She looked down at her list and explained that the nine a.m. appointment cancelled. I thanked her once more and made my way to my office.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

I bag the door behind me when I close it then walk to my chair and threw myself at it. I rubbed my temple feeling frustrated, I took out my phone and dialed the security company that I always use. “Alpha Austin, long time.” He answers but I don’t have time for pleasantries right now. “I need cameras installed in the room on my floor, my beta will show you and another one in the wall way all the way to the front door,” I tell him.